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  • Текст песни Svartby - Tommy Guns

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    It ain't a plain job
    To build delight empires
    Not for the green skins
    Out of space and time
    They deem it's too much
    Our red lights, our gin mills
    They deem we're feeble,
    Ain't worth a rotten dime

    A pack of vultures
    Wants us either canned or popped
    Storm clouds gather
    Over trouble boys
    Both mobs and coppers
    Will come for our heads
    They have been warned
    Oh well, they had some choice

    One more burst
    Off you go to dine with angels
    One more shot
    Kiss the ground, kiss the floor
    One more burst
    This is our hooch and wenches
    One more blast
    Send them through the wall!

    Oh, the joy of firefight (yeah!)
    Tommy Guns will set it right (right!)
    What a ritzy, bloody night!

    We paint the walls red
    We glee at fire flashes
    We let the bombs fly
    Yet they're pushing on
    Why, let them test our
    Red velvet, golden fortress
    All packing heat, our
    Goblin boys are pumping metal

    One more burst
    Off you go to dine with angels
    One more shot
    Kiss the ground, kiss the floor
    One more burst
    This is our hooch and wenches
    One more blast
    Send them flying through the wall

    One more burst
    Off you go to dine with angels
    One more blast
    Send them through the wall!

    Oh, the joy of firefight (yeah!)
    Tommy Guns will set it right (right!)
    What a ritzy, bloody night!

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